Kgoshi Segagabi Nkgadima
@segagabirudie
@segagabirudie
I have been going through journalism school thinking I
can write anything that is thrown at me. After all I studied journalism because
writing was always second nature, I never struggled with the craft as a kid.
That was until recently as many of us have to produce good quality pieces in a
short space of time in offices and newsrooms where we work as interns, junior
reporters or junior public relations practitioners.
I realised how much of a writing novice I am when I was
faced with a quagmire of a situation recently.
There I was facing a deadline and ideas just refused to come. I looked
up at the ceiling, the computer, the ceiling, pieces of paper on my desk and
then the computer again. The clock on the wall kept on tick-toking and
tick-toking, reminding me that time was running out and I had to come up with
something very quickly. I would scribble down what I would think is a brilliant
idea, soon squash that piece of paper, I would start the process all over again.
Soon I found myself drowning in a pool of paper on the floor. Time didn’t stop
and hours passed.
